Fox Devil Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

"Bastard!" From the hands of the demonic man, a claw-like weapon emerged. He furiously attacked Long Chen's legs with the claw-shaped weapon in his hands. Long Chen, who was holding the man's legs, quickly grabbed them and spun them around in the air before slamming them down hard. The failed demonic man immediately hit the ground after being thrown by Long Chen. BOOMMMM

She ducked behind the fountain, using it as a shield. The vampire, blinded by rage, smashed her fist into the stone, cracking it. But Cassie was already on the move. She used the cracked fountain as a distraction, darting to the side and grabbing a heavy, decorative chain that hung from the side of the fountain. As the vampire rounded the fountain, Cassie was ready. She swung the heavy chain, not at the vampire herself, but at her legs. The metal wrapped around the vampire's ankles, and Cassie pulled with all her might. The vampire stumbled and fell with a loud thud. The chain, however, wasn't strong enough to hold her for long.

At the same time, exposed wires and flaming electronic components could be seen in his chest! The man with the giant ax was actually a human-modified cyborg! “Is that it?” Philip clapped his hands indifferently and said with disdain in his eyes. On this side, Fennel wasted no time either. He took down a man with a chainsaw by removing his two arms! Just like Philip, he used one move to take down a powerful Hellhound of the Hall of Evil in seconds! Standing on the roof of the white castle, Evil God Vataco witnessed everything in front of him. The chill on his face became more pronounced!

Deep lash marks cover all over as I whimper, curling into a ball on the cold, unforgiving floor. The longer I peer into the flames, the more I see. A figure emerges from the shadows, a twisted man, a man who looks familiar holding the whip imbued with silver, making the cuts deeper and harder to heal. His loud cackle, a cacophony of madness, echoes through the air, drowning out my scream of excruciating pain.

Once again, we’ve been forced into something. I don’t know if I will be happy that once again we are cursed or I needed to cry as I stare to Beta Xander. He was still bounded into the metal chains, but right now, his pupils are dilated, his body is frozen. I tried to shout because the devil witch is grinning as he is approaching him. He made him shift into his form, his claws digging the chain out of his body. His canine is showing how sharp his teeth is. My mouth trembles, shouting at him, to warn him what is going but he seems to not hearing what I am saying.

she laughed, reaching up to poke his chest with her finger. The moment her nail scraped the prisoner’s bare chest, his eyes flew open, and he hissed at her, jerking against the heavy chains that bound him to the wall. The man was savage, wholly starved of blood. His skin had shrunk, tightening against his bones and making his black veins visible through his sickly pale skin. The woman standing before him was a powerful witch, and because of that, she was mortal. She was a walking temptation for vampires, especially starved ones, but she was not afraid of them in the least. She reached up to his hair, avoiding his fanged mouth as she fisted her fingers through his messy, light brown hair stai

Enzo’s fangs sank deep into Malrik’s shoulder, tearing through flesh. Malrik screamed, his voice shaking the chamber. But instead of retreating, he clutched Enzo’s throat with one hand, chanting rapidly. Black chains materialized, slithering like serpents from the ground. Enzo tore away, but the chains were faster. They coiled around his limbs, snapping tight with crushing strength. He fought, muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but each chain burned with cursed power, searing his skin, weakening his force.

His heels clicked on the cold concrete, and his steps were slow but full of purpose, just like a predator coming for its prey. This was Leonardo Morano, in his full form and the Devil was out to play. The men could not help but shudder and feel a shred of pity for tonight’s victim. Suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains was a young man—barely recognizable as human. His once-toned skin was now marked with bruises and deep burns. Blood dripped from his fingers, where nails had been ruthlessly torn away, leaving raw, pulsing flesh behind. His head hung low, his body twitching involuntarily as the pain coursed through him.

Damon winces when he hears the voice ricocheting off the walls, coupled with metal clanging and chair scraping on the concrete floor. “What do you want? Huh!? Money! I have tons of it!” He added, and it took all of Damon’s self-control not to staple the motherfucker’s mouth shut. Right on the two-way glass window pain, he saw the man tied up with a chain and bounded to the chair. Blood had dried up on his nose and a huge bruise formed at the side of his pretty face while his left eye ballooned shut. In front of him was Davien, sitting behind the desk filled with his tools, looking incredibly bored and annoyed by the noise this cretin was making.

Clavier shouted when a chain was wrapped around her body, and she was pulled towards the owner of the scythe. It was a man with a long scar carved horizontally on his right eye and a pair of black wings folded on his back. The color of his eyes was reflecting the color of her demon wolf’s eyes. The giant scythe returned to his right hand, and his other hand was holding the flaming-color chain before he hooked his arm around her waist. She couldn’t move a muscle. It felt like something was restraining her muscles from moving. He smirked. “I’ve been waiting for you.”